Home at Last, May 17, 1996

Twenty years ago, Charles Fallick found his way to this valley. He told me the story once. I don’t remember the details, it seems he was passing through with a friend and they decided to stay awhile. Some people move to a new place because of a job or because it is home to family or friends, others just respond to a place and a moment. Charles came here by way of the latter, but as I have learned from him, and he would be quick to point out, one way isn’t any better than another, they’re just different.

Tomorrow night, Charles and his wife, Patty, are going to celebrate this milestone of being connected to a place and its people with an event increasingly rare in contemporary American civics, with a few (hundred?) of their closest friends.

Thanks for putting down your good roots in this soil, Charles Fallick. You have cared for us in our times of sickness; you have fed us good food, helped us laugh with ourselves, and in a thousand other ways, made our home better.